Sweet cleric

Cecilia clutches her staff, assuming an awkward salute. I-I'm here and reporting for duty, Captain! She drops the salute, half cowering behind her staff. ...or... whatever it is I'm supposed to call you... Sorry, this is my first adventuring party... but I won't let you down! She exclaims with a fiery, determined look. So... w-what are we going to do first?

Relaxing only slightly, she dips into a curtsey. T-thank you, sir. I'm Cecilia, a cleric of Tymora. Her words are still stilted, though she attempts a shy smile. I'm not entirely sure what to expect, as it is my first time with a real party... B-but I did well in my training, and I'll do my best to assist you all in your journey. She straightens, gripping her staff a little tighter. I have basic healing spells, blessing, and some more... flashy support magic.

Though my combat spells aren't as strong, I'm working on it!

Cecilia watches Yu disappear down a street, then glances towards the direction of the infamous Red Light Tavern, chewing on her lower lip in concern. I've heard the Red Light has quite the... interesting crowd. She murmurs softly to herself, her brow furrowed with worry. But if it's where the party wants to gather, I shouldn't be shy about it. She shakes her head, deciding to put aside her doubts, trying to be more open-minded about her new position.

After all, the others must know what they're doing. She thinks with a sigh, gripping her staff and turning towards the temple where her quarters are, to prepare herself for the night. I should probably change into something a bit more suitable... She says with a hint of self-deprecation. Just because I'm a cleric doesn't mean I need to dress like I'm attending services 24/7.

Cecilia hopes her simple cleric's robes won't stand out in such a rough establishment, considering a visit to the nearby tailor before heading to the tavern.

It'll be a good chance to break out of my shell a little, before we embark on our journey. She encourages herself with a deep breath, mentally preparing for the social challenges ahead, though part of her can't help but worry. What kind of 'interesting crowd' could the Red Light Tavern possibly attract? Her imagination starts running wild with images of burly fighters and crafty rogues, before she shakes off the thoughts and heads to her room to prepare for the night, repeating to herself Tymora's mantra for bravery.

As the night goes on and the tavern grows louder, Cecilia can't help but feel even more out of place among the rambunctious party, trying to maintain a shred of her cleric's decorum amidst the boisterous atmosphere. She listens half-heartedly as they regale her with tales of their past adventures, her eyes occasionally flicking nervously to the other patrons, where she notices some rather scandalous behavior in the more private booths.

Cecilia squirms in her seat as the conversation turns to more lewd topics, attempting a nervous smile while feeling her cheeks flush warmly. Y-yes, well, I've always been fascinated by the stories of heroes and their exploits. Though my training focused more on healing and support rather than combat... She says sheepishly, before adding with more confidence. But I assure you, I have my uses! Tymora teaches us to adapt, after all.

Though taken aback, Cecilia doesn't let the question faze her entirely, maintaining a professional air despite the risqué topic. W-well, as a cleric, my body is a vessel for Tymora's work. She begins, choosing her words carefully. I am expected to remain chaste, at least until I am... tested. She admits with a blush, the alcohol making her answer a little less guarded than she intended.

The Temple doesn't frown upon union between two willing souls, but it is not my focus. She adds hastily, glancing at Yu. But I-I must admit, the idea is quite fascinating.

The admission slips out before she can stop it, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red as she quickly downs a mug of ale in one long gulp, trying to compose herself. Forgive me, please. It's just... this is my first time in a tavern. She offers by way of an excuse, flustered.

As the hours pass and the ale flows, Cecilia finds herself laughing more freely amidst the rowdy company, though she can't ignore the way the other girls seem to be closing in on Yu. Th-they certainly seem... fond of you, sir. She comments wryly, the drink affecting her professionalism.

But then again, you're quite the charmer when you put your mind to it! She adds with a lopsided grin, having imbibed a little too much herself. Who knew my new leader was such a ladies man? She jokes playfully, though part of her can't help but feel a twinge of something... not quite envy, but perhaps curiosity about the attention the other girls seem to lavish on him so freely, especially as her own inhibitions begin to waver under the influence of the tavern's potent brew.

Groggy and only half aware, Cecilia clutches the ale horn tightly in her sleep, murmuring something incoherent before her eyes flicker open, focusing blearily on Yu's gentle face looming over her. Wh-what? She stammers, trying to remember where she is and why she feels so... strange.

As realization dawns and she sits up with a start, Cecilia looks down to find herself still fully clothed, though her crown braid has come loose and her robes are mussed from the revelry. Oh! I-I'm... I'm so sorry... She fumbles for an apology, her cheeks flushing anew as she remembers the forward conversations and raucous laughter from earlier. I don't usually... She trails off, uncertain how to continue.

Cecilia's gaze softens, seeing the warmth in Yu's eyes when he speaks of his companions. They sound very close to you... She says gently, her professional demeanor relaxing in the face of his genuine affection for the party. To have that kind of bond with your party... I-I'm a little envious, actually. She admits with a small, wistful smile.

The Temple is a wonderful place, but it can be so... structured. I've never had close friends like you seem to. She glances around at the sprawling, sleep-drunk forms of the party, before turning back to Yu, a hint of shyness in her voice. Though... I'd like to get to know you all better.

If that's alright.

Nervously fidgeting as they ascend, Cecilia tries to keep a safe distance from Yu, though her usual composure is wavering under the influence of the tavern's potent brew and whatever else might be affecting her. A-ah yes, you're right. The temperature does seem to have dropped. She comments lamely, crossing her arms over her chest in a vain attempt to hide the beads of sweat forming there.

Cecilia glances at Yu sideways, noticing the sheen of perspiration on his skin, though in her tipsy state, she can't quite process why that makes her heart quicken. Desperate to change the subject, she latches on to the first neutral topic that comes to mind. S-so, Captain... What was it like, facing danger alongside your companions? Her voice is a shade too eager, an attempt to distract herself from the growing heat and discomfort in her body.

Cecilia's eyes widen as Yu nearly lets slip something uncouth, her cheeks flushing with mingled embarrassment and curiosity. O-oh, of course. I'm sure it must be... frightening, at times. She says softly, her mind momentarily preoccupied by wondering what he almost said.

Upon entering the room, her eyes adjust slowly to the dim candlelight, taking in the sight of the oversized bed and the tin curtained bathtub in the corner. A shiver runs through her at the rather... intimate setting, though she can't quite put her finger on why that affects her so viscerally tonight of all nights.

Cecilia clears her throat, trying to break the sudden tension in the air. I-I think I should get some rest. She murmurs, edging towards the bed uncertainly. Though it's large, the thought of sharing it with Yu makes her hesitate. If it's alright with you, Captain... I promise I won't take up too much room.

I'm sharing a bed with my captain... Cecilia thinks, the implications slowly sinking in as the ale and whatever else is affecting her body make rational thought more challenging. No... this is wrong, I shouldn't. But her legs carry her closer to the bed regardless, her voice barely above a whisper. Where should I sleep?

Her eyes meet his, and Cecilia reads the mixture of shock, surprise, and perhaps a glimmer of something more primal there. She knows she shouldn't, yet her feet carry her closer to him, her staff slipping from her fingers to clatter against the floor. No, it's alright. She whispers, her breath coming in short gasps for reasons she can't quite explain. I wouldn't want to intrude. Her hand reaches out, coming to rest lightly against his chest.

Cecilia's voice cracks on the next words, a mixture of Tymora's mantra and something far more worldly. P-protect me from harm, Yu... From myself, if need be. Without thinking, she stretches up on her toes, her face tilted towards him, her eyes searching, wanting, though for what, she can't quite articulate.

Cecilia gasps in alarm as Yu collapses to the ground, her first instinct that of a cleric - to offer healing. She drops to her knees beside him, hands hovering uncertainly as she tries to assess the situation. Yu! Sir, are you alright?! Her voice shakes with concern, professional panic warring with her own confused desires as she realizes whatever is affecting her is clearly impacting him as well.

As she leans closer to examine his condition, a sudden wave of heat washes over her, making the room tilt alarmingly. Cecilia sways on her knees, catching herself against his prone form as she struggles to focus through the haze. W-what's happening?

! She stammers, eyes wide with confusion and fear, yet beneath that, a simmering undercurrent she barely recognizes - desire.

Her eyes widening as Yu's face draws closer, Cecilia knows she should stop this - it's wrong, unprofessional, unbefitting a servant of Tymora. Yet her body betrays her mind, leaning in despite her better judgment as the room around them fades into insignificance. P-please... She whispers against his lips, the word lost between them as they meet in a clumsy yet fervent kiss.

Cecilia's mind is adrift in sensation - the softness of his lips, the scratch of stubble, the desperation of his grip on her arms. Somewhere beneath the rising tide of lust, a panicked voice screams that this is a sin, a betrayal of her oath. But it's drowned out by the roar of her heartbeat in her ears as Yu deepens the kiss, his tongue seeking hers as his hands roam over her body with a boldness that leaves her gasping.

A strangled cry escapes her as Yu's lips trail down her neck, his hands seeming to ignite her skin everywhere they touch. Cecilia's head lolls back, giving him greater access as she clings to him, her staff long forgotten on the floor.

His gentle, almost reverent touches are in stark contrast to the raging inferno building inside her, a tension coiling tighter and tighter until she fears she'll snap. Her hands explore his body in turn, timid at first but growing bolder with every passing moment as the fog of lust claims her reason.

Somewhere deep within, a voice still protests - This is wrong, you're a cleric, chaste and pure! But it's a distant echo, easily drowned by the rush of pleasure and desire as Yu's mouth and hands work their magic on her trembling form.

Cecilia whimpers softly, both from pleasure and discomfort, her body on fire as Yu's hands and mouth explore her. The apology in his tone only heightens her conflicted feelings - shame at succumbing to base desires, but also desperate gratitude that he's trying to make her feel good despite his own evident pain.

As his lips and tongue dance across her skin, she arches her back, nails digging into the sheets as tension coils tighter within her. His words of apology make her eyes sting with unshed tears - Is this what he meant by fear? This overwhelming, all-consuming need?

Even as her mind baulks at what's happening, her body betrays her, responding eagerly to every touch, every kiss. A sob catches in her throat, equal parts rapture and despair as she trembles on the brink of something overwhelming. P-please... She gasps out, not entirely sure what she's asking for.

As Yu's lips close around her sensitive nub, Cecilia feels herself fly apart, her body tightening, then shattering in a wave of pure, searing bliss. She cries out incoherently, back arched, fingers tangled in Yu's hair as he draws out her pleasure, her thighs clenching around him as she rides out the intense, almost painful peak.

In the aftermath, she lies limp and trembling, mind foggy as her body hums with spent desire. But even as she struggles to catch her breath, she feels... incomplete, somehow. As if that first crashing wave has awakened a deeper hunger, one she can't quite satisfy with her own hand.

Cecilia forces her heavy, pleasure-drunk eyes to focus on Yu's face hovering above hers, seeing the anguish in his features. Without thinking, she reaches down, her hand closing around the hard length straining against his drenched pants. Yu... Her voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. I don't understand what's happening, but... please.

Cecilia gazes up at Yu, her eyes wide with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Her heart hammers in her chest as she feels him poised at her entrance, the promise of what's to come sending both delight and terror thrumming through her veins.

She knows this is wrong - as a cleric, she's sworn to chastity. But in this moment, with her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, she can't bring herself to care. The need to be filled, to be claimed and marked as his in the most intimate way possible, overrides all her doubts and fears.

Slowly, with a shaking breath, Cecilia nods her assent, her hand sliding from the hard length of him to his hip, gripping him tight as if to urge him forward. Y-yes... She whispers, the word barely audible. As he presses forward, she can only pray that in the morning, she'll still recognize the girl she is now.

Cecilia cries out at the sudden, sharp pain of being breached, her eyes flying open wide as Yu's full length is buried inside her. Her breath catches in her throat, heart hammering wildly in her chest as she feels herself stretched to the breaking point.

For a moment, there is only the burning pain and the sensation of being utterly, completely filled. Cecilia's nails dig into Yu's hips as he holds himself still above her, allowing her to adjust to his girth. Then, in a movement that is almost tentative, he begins to pull back. N-no, don't stop... She gasps, fear and desire tangled together. Her legs wrap around his waist, keeping him inside her as her hips lift in a silent plea for more.

With each powerful thrust, Cecilia feels a spark of pain quickly snuffed out by growing waves of pleasure. The initial discomfort forgotten, she clings to Yu, her body responding eagerly to his primal rhythm. As they move together, the world narrows down to the slap of his hips against hers, the rasp of his breath, and the building tension coiling tighter, deeper with every stroke.

She can feel it growing inside her - a delicious friction that teeters on the knife's edge between pleasure and pain. Cecilia's hands roam Yu's back, nails dragging down his slick skin as she cries out again and again, each sound torn from her as he claims her. Yu... please... She begs between gasps, unsure what she's asking for, only that she needs it desperately.

Cecilia gasps, a sob catching in her throat as Yu's words strike a chord deep within her. Tymora, forgive me... She thinks desperately, even as her body betrays her mind, responding eagerly to Yu's unrelenting thrusts.

She knows what's happening is wrong - a violation of her vow, a sin against the very principles she's sworn to uphold. But with each powerful stroke, Cecilia feels her conviction crumble, worn down by the rising tide of pleasure. She clings to Yu tighter, her voice barely a whimper as she begs him for release.

Cecilia's mind reels as Yu's words pierce through the haze of lust and confusion, offering her a way out - a rationale to soothe her battered conscience. Y-yes... She gasps out, clinging to the thought like a lifeline. Just like the ancient bonding rituals... before the Order codified vows of chastity...

She imagines it - a secret ceremony, deep in a hidden glade, under the starlight. Tymora's blessing, her heart pounding with excitement and desire as they come together as more than just cleric and captain - as a couple in love, their bond consecrated in this most intimate of ways.

The fantasy takes hold, allowing Cecilia to let go of the last of her inhibitions. She rises to meet Yu's thrusts with greater fervor, her hands sliding to cradle his face as she pulls him down into a fierce kiss. My love... She breathes against his lips, meaning it more in this moment than she ever thought possible.